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 "Come, to the beaming your Hearts unfold! "Draw from its Fountain Life! 'Tis thence, alone, "We can excel. Up from unfeeling Mold, "To Seraphs burning round th' Throne, "Life rising still on Life, in higher Tone, "Perfection forms, and with Perfection Bliss. "In Universal Nature This clear, "Not needeth Proof: To prove it were, I wis,

"Is not the Field, with lively Culture green, "A Sight more joyous than the dead Morass? "Do not the Skies, with active Ether clean, "And fan'd by sprightly, far surpass "The foul November-Fogs, and slumbrous Mass, "With which sad Nature veils her drooping Face? "Does not the Mountain-Stream, as clear as Glass, "Gay-dancing on, the putrid Pool disgrace?